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(talking) |
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I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all ' |
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Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people baby |
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Brooklyn! |
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Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends and hoes |
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Long cons, diamond rings and the kings that blow |
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To all the killas and the hustlas, some seem some low |
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What the deal daddy, it's all good, get that dough ' |
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Cause a y'all, |
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I praise clothes, jewels and cars |
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Paid dues, been schooled but can't remove the scars |
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Boxed in, it's my life now, part of the game |
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On the streets with the hustlas who hustle the same |
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Some of vein, let's toast to all the guns and the gangs |
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All the wheelchair victims and the one's with the cains |
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I'm numb to the pain, it's realness that runs through the vein |
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Becomin sane, so many throwin slumb in the game |
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So let us toast to the ones in memory of |
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All the ??? jams we remember we love |
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We remember we thugs, ???, |
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Crips and |
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Bloods Latin |
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Kings, Five |
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Percenters, thieves and pimps because |
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Whatever makes the world go 'round, we down |
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And we'll react as this world go 'round, we lounge |
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So raise your cups to the real dogs that raised the pups |
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And all the young chicks finally at that age to **** |
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The razor cuts, gun wounds that laid us up |
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From the beef and all the streetsweaps that made us rough |
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Made some suck, some wasn't made to trust |
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So I toast to the east coast, the stage is us |
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Throw it up for the niggas that could, hold it up |
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Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up |
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The streets need it, it's gangsta when the beats get pleaded |
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Sleep, eat and breath it, it's the life, love it or leave it (Chorus) 2x |
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To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings |
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Rich niggas sittin on mils with ice in their rings |
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To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast |
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Show love, who could take paper the most |
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So from the streets where the hustlin brought us to life |
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From the beef and all the scufflin that tought us to fight |
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The poisinous bikes, police gun wars in the night |
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The whores in the night, fiends up four in the night |
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Gave us new style, but some just became too foul |
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Now it's two-thou', year two-thou' |
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So I toast to the live that know they broke |
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Cookin bag they own work and know they coke |
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Roll they smoke, the underworld that know they loc |
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It's the life when you catch strikes and hold no notes |
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Nothin to lose for some that's all out for game |
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Fued in school, show us all out in vein |
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First chips niggas get, out comes the chain |
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That's it, soon his name be, out the game |
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It's the life, it's like dice, some win, some lose |
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We pay the price but it's the life that the real ones choose (Chorus) 4x |